you remembered wrong,
it was nobody's fault
other than yours,
the slow kill you were blaming on him
was from your own stupidity,
of forcing someone—anyone, to take the blame
from your own doing,
the madness that should've been kept for yourself,
was blamed to someone who was innocent,
and now you're forced to rewrite whatever trauma you faced years ago,
re-heal and forgive yourself,
but honestly,
putting all the blame to someone
who technically did nothing wrong,
should've been unforgivable,
as the poor soul had to live with the guilt
of hurting someone
all while believing they did nothing wrong,
now that is a slow kill.
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetrya collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #1 in proses #7 poetry #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection book 3 of the poetic flowers series. other books : • a hurricane of blues • confessions i will never say and other...
